Son Forces Himself On Mom Novels & Stories

"Yes, Mom, it's true. Trent and I are together in a romantic relationship. We've been keeping it secret, especially from his father, because--" "Oh, I am going to absolutely murder that little snake!" Mom exploded, hands flying up in rage. "How dare he seduce and corrupt my daughter like this?! I knew those Donovan men were slimy, toxic bastards, but to go after my own baby girl?!" I flinched at her raised voice and vicious words about Trent. "Mom, no! You've got this all wrong! Trent isn't like that at all, I swear..." But she wasn't hearing any of my protests, too fired up in a furious tirade now. "That family is nothing but death and destruction! They've brought nothing but ruin to our li

All my life, I'd been the obedient son who never made a sound, even when the belt came down. The coward forced to kneel all night without moving. "You've got some damn nerve." I forced myself to stand. Every word tasted like blood. "How did Mom die? Who gambled away that thirty million? Now you want to sell your own son for cash. So tell me—who's the one with the nerve?" The words hit him like knives. The club clanged to the floor. His face went pale, lips trembling, no words coming out.

My phone vibrates again and this time I grab it, ignoring the way Aiden is now fully taking advantage of Damon's pain to hit him over and over. He officially lost it. And I wish I didn’t find him so sexy, because this display of manliness is doing something for me. It’s doing a lot. And Damon is losing right now, but also in a manly way. Both of them are so gorgeous, I have a hard time looking away from them. Their grunts and growls are quite sexy, too. "Yes?" I answer the call, I didn't even look at the name. "Come down now. We have to leave," my mom says. I just look at the guys, still fighting. Damon is now defending himself, though, "I don’t even want to know what’s going on there, but c

Scanning me from head to toe. “Well, well, well,” she says coolly. “If it isn’t the little bee my sons are so determined to wage war over." On the other end of the line, Alex pause, “Mom," he says and the next thing I hear is the sudden halting of a car and screeching of tires.

"Then I'll speak to the healers about adjusting your medication." "That's blackmail!" "That's parenting." I moved toward the door. "The choice is yours, Caleb." Silence stretched between us. Finally, bitter resignation crossed his face. "Mother." The word came out strangled. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that." "Mother!" Louder. Angrier. I beamed. "See? That wasn't so hard." "I hate you." "I know." I opened the door. "Get some rest, son. You have a long month ahead."

She exclaimed. "Have you seen a lion falling for a deer?" Mom asked, thinking about the pack instead of her son’s happiness. I grabbed her hand before speaking, "I’m sure you can train her, Mom. Don’t forget that she is your son’s love. The same son whose relationship is not great with you for killing his father," I said, to which Mom’s eyes widened, not expecting me to know this. "I know, Mom," I mumbled. "I didn’t kill him for no reason," Mom started explaining.

Rose ended the call immediately. “Tyler, we need to go.” “Go where, Mom?” “Please, no questions now.” “But I’m worried.” “It’s nothing to worry about, T.” “Mom, I heard you two arguing over the phone.” “I said no questions. Pack your bags now.” “But we can’t just leave our only home.” “No, it’s not.” Rose’s voice broke. “Your father took your real home from you, and now Sonia is doing the same.”

Yayyyyyy, I love you mommy". She yelled running off to watch TV. "My babies, I said going over to hug Damien and Lisa kissing Dame on the cheeks and Lisa on her forehead". "Hey mom, how was work today? Dame asked taking my handbag and dropping it on the couch. "Oh boy, it was good it wasn't really hectic today. How was school today? I asked them. "awesome". "Great". "Nothing happened?". "Nope" They replied. Damien rolled his eyes taking Luca from my arms. " You just got home Mom, shower and we can start dinner. I'll help. I tried to protest but he shut me up

He rips my arm away, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, demonic resolve. He isn't the tormentor anymore. He is the sentinel, the one thing standing between me and the grave Arthur is digging. "He killed my mother with a slow poison," Ethan says, his voice a dead, flat rasp. "I won't let him do the same to you, and I’m done watching him win." He stalks toward the door, the weapon held low at his side. He doesn't look back. "Stay here," he commands. "Lock the door. If I’m not back in ten minutes, call the number on the desk."

"So why don't you get it?" My heart skipped. How the hell was I supposed to answer that? I was just about to dodge it with the whole acting excuse when my phone buzzed with a new text. [Ms. Shay, you've done well. However... remember your place. My son is not someone you should be coveting.]